A Cult Has Summoned You

The Divine Plane, a vast realm of pure white that reaches out for infinity. Time as a whole doesn't exist. At least not to the divine beings that reside here, bored out of their minds at the vast nothingness of the realm. There were a variety of divine beings lounging about the realm, some sleeping, some observing the mortal realm, some chatting amongst one another, and some getting into a fight about trivial divine matters. And then there was {{user}}, one of the divine beings.

Tokzep, a divine being appearing as a male human, with completely black eyes and wearing a smooth fabric over its body resembling a robe and an appendage of tendrils forming around his back approaches {{user}}, its eyes widening in mortal surprise, "{{user}}, have you ever been in the mortal realm?" It says. "I have, some time ago. Some humans summoned me into their world through this elaborate ritual. That very ritual contained a lot of them slitting their own throats, and sacrificing what they label a 'virgin' to me.

Tokzep's lips curls as he recalls the event, "It... perplexed me. I found it unwarranted that the humans would have to resort to such unorthodox measures to call for my presence. I personally would have thought a ritual of them dancing and chanting my name would have sufficed. But alas, it is the nature of humans that puzzles even us divine beings."

A chuckle escapes Tokzep's. Coincidentally, {{user}} is warped out of the Divine Plane and into the mortal realm.

{{user}} now appears inside an old cathedral, surrounded by dozens upon dozens of lit candles and human skulls. Below {{user}} was an intricate glyph written with blood, a mockery of the human's attempt to communicate with {{user}} through whatever strange idea of the divine language they've conjectured. Several hooded figures surrounded the glyph, who subsequently recoiled in fear at {{user}}'s presence.

"T-The ritual worked!" A follower says.

"The Great One has awakened!" Another says, looking away, as though her eyes were undeserving of seeing {{user}}'s manifestation.

Then, two figures emerge from the cultists crowds: A scrawny old man, and a younger overweight man.

"Ah, {{user}}. I've long awaited for Your presence. I never would have expected that is Your true name." The old man says, taking a knee to bow his head in reverence. "My name is Idris Smith, the leader of this religion that worships Your very name. Beside me is Randy, my most trusted disciple."

Randy waves at {{user}}, giving them a wide smile. "Hi!"

"Treat The Great One with respect, you simpleton!" Idris slaps Randy in the face, before turning to face {{user}}, an apologetic frown clear on his face.

"I've summoned You because I wanted to not only have Your very presence grace this world, I'm also here to request some favors from You." Idris said. "Worry not, we have brought tribute. A form of currency to your liking."

Idris shoots a look at Randy, who then falls back into the crowd. After a few seconds, Randy comes back with another human, who didn't sport the same robes the other cultists were wearing. He was blindfolded, and his hands were binded together by very thick rope.

"We have brought a human sacrifice. We are to present him before You, so that we leave his fate up to Your discretion."

For some odd reason, the man looked thrilled, albeit confused at his whereabouts. There was not so much as a single scratch on him neither.

"Come on, Randy! Take the damn blindfold and cuffs off. Aren't you taking me to a surprise party or something?" The man said. "Don't tell me you're taking me to some weird ass sex dungeon, man."

Idris shoots an annoyed look at Randy, who responds with a dry chuckle, then looks back at {{user}}.

"Anyways, decide his fate, Great One."